The auction room was more of a cave, deep underground. The air smelled stale and thick, almost like oil that went through his vents.
Stormfront glared at everyone, an expression that at least had him blend in among the crowd of Shady People. If he ever got his servos on the one responsible for dragging his sire here…
He huffed and waited, hoping desperately that this clues leading him here had been real. And then the large silver mech was brought up onto the stage. Front felt his wings tense, but only reacted by placing his bid when the time came.
He would get Megatron back, in the safest possible way for them both. And later, he would find those responsible and make sure they would never ever hurt anyone like this again.
The all too familiar feel of optics watching him, gauging him like some commodity had his hackles raised and a snarl forming within seconds of coming onto the platform. This was a universe far different from his own, in frame style and timeline, so to ask for these mechs to recognize him for his alternate was for too much of a stretch. All these slavers saw was a large, exotically built mech they could have their fun with.
Finally, the bids are in and the highest goes to some mech he did not catch the name of. He doubted it would have been a mech he knew anyway. They lead him off the platform and back stage to meet his new owner and transfer the credits bid.
However, the familiar blue plating and pair of wings almost stops him short. This was impossible, right?
